It's The Same, Wherever You Go
Chapter Three
Tryouts
The next morning, Jaydra's up early and changes into her clothes for the first day at her brand new school. Normally, someone would be nervous about starting a new school, in a new town. But for Jaydra? It was pretty normal.
After finally deciding on a plain black shirt with the Sons of Anarchy symbol on the back, and some black jeans, and her classic hunting boots, Jaydra was ready for school. Running down the stairs to the kitchen, and grabbing a piece of toast to munch on, the sandy blond haired girl waited for her roommate to come down and start the jeep.
"C'mon Stiles!" she cried out. "I don't want to be late! And don't forget, YOU wanted to see Scott's bite mark!"
That being said, the shaven head boy flew down the stairs, struggling to get his shirt on. "I forgot about that! C'mon, move your ass!"
And with that, the two finally were on their way to school, which was only a couple of miles from the Stilinski home. After finding a parking spot, Stiles slid into said parking space and jumped out after locking the doors and grabbing his keys, and booked it towards Scott.
"So!" he stated gleefully, "Let's see this thing!"
"God, Stiles, keep it in your pants," Jaydra muttered, moving her messenger bag to her shoulder.
Scott rolled his eyes and pulled up his shirt, revealing a bandage over the side of his rib cage, some blood seeping through the cloth.
"It was too dark to see very much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf, like Jay said," Scott stated, lowering his shirt back down.
"Told you~" Jaydra sung out, passing up Stiles and skipping ahead into the school.
Since it was her very first day at Beacon Hills High School, Jaydra went to the front desk to get all her needed paperwork for the day. Today, Jaydra decided, was going to be a good one.
ITSWYG
After finally finishing her first day of school, Jaydra received a text message from Scott that they were going to meet her on the field. Sighing, Jaydra grabbed the gear that Sheriff Stilinski got for her as a present. Apparently Bobby had told John about how into sports she was, John had taken the intuitive and got her some Lacrosse gear for her and Stiles to play, even if she didn't get on the team. After donning the pads, and grabbing a helmet and her stick, Jaydra jogged out to the field.
Immediately on the field was the coach, Bobby Finstock. He had dark hair and light eyes, but don't let the demeanor fool you. He can really be a dick sometimes. Kinda reminds Jaydra of some people she knows.
"Hey coach!" Jaydra called out, walking over to him as he talked with his team captain, Jackson.
"Who the hell are you?!" Finstock called out, looking her over. "What are you doing in some pads? You're a girl!"
Jaydra feigned a gasp. "No . . . I can't be . . . Daddy said they were just growths!" the girl cried out dramatically, before her eyes narrowed at the coach. "I want to try out."
Finstock just laughed in her face. "You wan to . . . HA! Who put you up to this?"
Jaydra rubbed her face. "No one. I want to try out. I played football at my old school a few years ago, I can do this!" she growled out. "Now, let me try out, or I may just have a discussion with the principal."
"Okay fine," Finstock sighed. "See that goal right there? Your job is to get passed those two guards, and then score a goal. You get three shots, got it? You make it, you're on the team."
Jaydra raised an eyebrow. She was one hundred percent sure that neither Scott or Stiles had to do this to try out, but the coach was letting her try out. No point in bitching now.
Jaydra nodded and put her helmet on and picked up a ball in her lacrosse stick, and looked at the two guards. Sighing, Jaydra just did a straight strike formation, only to be blocked and getting the ball knocked out of her net.
"Strike one . . . Uh . . . . What's her last name?" Finstock asked, looking around the group.
"Winchester," Stiles stated, looking back out at Jaydra who picked up her second ball.
"Strike one, Winchester!" Finstock stated, blowing his whistle. "If you want on this team, you prove it!"
"Yes coach!" Jaydra called out, a smirk on her face.
Holding the Lacrosse stick close to her, she picked up the ball and began running as fast as she can, she faked a move and darted the first guard, then spun around the second guard and easily took the shot and scored a goal.
"Prove it like that, coach?" Jaydra asked, unstrapping her helmet and smirking at the gaping Finstock.
"SOMEONE GET THAT GIRL A JERSEY!" he called out.
Stiles came running over to her, a jersey in his hand with the number 36 on it. "Congratulations!" he laughed, patting her on the back. "If you don't mind me asking, what was the fake first time thing?" he asked.
Jaydra just smirked. "That was a test. I wanted to see how they played, and how they defended the goal. Learn the pattern and strike."
Stiles laughed. "Maybe you should be coaching the team. You'd kill with the fist line." Stiles eyes widened like he remembered something. "Which reminds me, if you play, I won't have anyone to talk to on the bench! Are you really gonna do that to your best friend?" he asked, pouting.
"I can't stay out again," Scott stated. "My life is sitting on the side lines. This season, I"m gonna make first line."
"Good luck," Jaydra said, patting him on the shoulder.
"McCALL!" Finstock yelled, blowing his whistle. When Scott looked at him, Finstock pointed to the goalie net. "You're in goal!"
Scott looked at the goal, and looked back at the coach. "But I've never played . . ."
Finstock nodded. "Yeah, I know. But scoring some shots will bring confidence. It's a first day thing," the coach stated, getting ready to go back to the team.
"What about me?!" Scott sputtered out.
"Try not to take any in the face," Jaydra advised as the team began lining up, and Scott walked over to the goalie net.
At first, the practice was as you expected. Scott no good in the goal, but it seemed like a transformation happened after the first few balls were thrown. Scott actually began catching every ball thrown at him, even from the captain Jackson Whittemore.
From the back of the line, Jaydra bit her lip as she watch the amazing skills that Scott was showing off. No kid that has asthma should be able to do that. Without thinking, her green eyes fell to Scotts right part of his ribcage, where the bite was. And she had a sinking feeling that the bite is going to change Scott's whole world.
ITSWYG
When the three of them arrived at the woods to search for Scott's missing inhaler, and to show Stiles where the body was, Stiles bombarded Scott with questions about how he did what he done at Lacrosse practice.
"I don't know what happened!" Scott said, still trying to believe it himself. "It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball! And that's not the only weird thing."
Jaydra looks over at him. "What's the weirder thing?"
"I hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear, and smell things . . ." Scott explained.
"You smell things?" Stiles asked, not believing it. "Like what?"
"Like the mint gum in your pocket," Scott responded.
At first Stiles began denying having any mint gum in his pocket, until his hand actually pulled out one piece of mint gum that had been placed there by Jaydra herself. She wanted to test Scotts abilities, and so far, he's been passing each and every test.
"So this all started with the bite?" she asked, her eyebrow raised.
It was at this point that Scott began to get worried about his physical health. "What . . . What if it's like an infection?" he asked. "Like my body is full of adrenaline before a shock or something?!"
"You know what . . ." Stiles began, a certain gleam in his eyes. "I actually think I heard it . . . It's like a specific kind of infection."
Jaydra shot stiles a look, rolling her eyes as Scott began taking the bait that was being dangled right in front of his nose.
"You serious?!"
"Yeah, I think it's called, 'Lycanthropy'," Stiles stated, barely hiding his smile.
"What is that?!" Scott cried out, his fear getting worse. "Is that bad?"
"Oh yeah, it's bad! And it gets worse, but only once a month," Stiles stated.
That confused Scott. "Once a month?!"
"Huh-huh~" Stiles chuckled. "On the night of the full moon!" And for the full effect, Stiles tilted his head back and let out a pathetic excuse of a wolf howl. It resulted in a punch to the shoulder from Scott.
"It's not funny!" Scott persisted, glaring when Stiles was laughing. "There could be something seriously wrong with me!"
"I know!" Stiles stated. "You're a werewolf!"
Jaydra decided to step in now. Teasing can only go so far before the two really begin asking questions. "Ignore him, Scott. So is this where we seen it?" she asked, changing the topic. Just by glancing around, Jaydra knew this was the right location. Just one question. Where's the body?
Scott looked all around the ground, trying to pinpoint the exact location. "I could have sworn it was there . . . I saw the body, the stags running and I dropped my inhaler here!"
"He's right," Jaydra said, pointing over to a tree that had a scratch on it. Resembling the kind of scratch when a deer rakes its antlers against the bark of a tree.
"Maybe the killer moved the body," Stiles suggested.
Scott scoffed. "If he did, I hope he didn't take my inhaler. Those things costs like eighty bucks."
Hearing a crunch from behind her group, Jaydra turned around and glared as a man stood there, making his presence known by stepping on a twig. The man was tall, taller than Jaydra, and older, probably around twenty three to twenty five. He had short black hair, and grayish blue eyes that rivaled Jaydra's golden green eyes. He had a stubble beard growing, setting off the bad boy image. He was wearing black clothing and a leather jacket. Actually it looked like he took a stroll in Dean's closet. But that's not what put Jaydra on edge. He held himself well, like a fighter. Or a killer.
Apparently, Jaydra wasn't the only one that recognized that someone was around. So did Stiles, who tells Scott. When all three teenagers are looking at the man, that's when he speaks for the first time.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded. "This is private property!"
"Um . . . Sorry, man, we didn't know," Stiles stated, backing away slowly.
"Yeah, we were just looking for something . . ."
Jaydra rolled her eyes. "Me and my friends were walking through here yesterday, walking trails." It wasn't a total lie, just she made it sound like they were there in the day time. "And during the trails, my friend here dropped his inhaler. Seen it anywhere?"
The man's grey eyes shot over to Jaydra, who wasn't backing down from anything. A light smirk came on his face and he tossed something to her, Scott's inhaler. "Now go home," the man says, before turning and walking away.
Scott took the inhaler from Jaydra eagerly. "Awesome! Now I have to get to work!"
"Dude! That was Derek Hale!" Stiles gushed, grabbing Scott by the shirt. "You remember, right? He's only a few years older than us!"
"Then enlighten the new girl in town," Jaydra dryly commented, making Stiles look over at her.
"His family died in a fire like ten years ago," Stiles quickly recapped, making Jaydra raise an eyebrow.
"Hale?" she asked, knowing she's heard that name before. "But what's he doing back here?"
"Don't know," Scott said, heading back to where Stiles parked the Jeep. "But I gotta get to work, let's go!"
ITSWYG
The next day of school was a blur, and Jaydra found herself on the field again, in Lacrosse practice, in a huddle like formation as the coach makes a speech. "Okay, you know how this goes! If you don't make the cut, you stay on the bleachers for the season. You make the cut, you're playing! Your parents are proud, your girlfriends . . ." Finstock glances over at Jaydra who watched with a raised eyebrow. "And boyfriends love you. Now! Get out there and show me what you got!" the coach yelled, blowing a whistle.
Scott was up first, and he made a nearly impossible shot. Screw that it WAS an impossible shot, that Scott made. After jumping up over some of the guards, Scott threw the ball into the goal, scoring a point, if it was an actual game.
"McCALL!" Finstock screamed. "What the hell was that?!" The said player tried to stutter back an apology, before the coach grinned widely. "Congratulations boy! You made first line!"
ITSWYG
After finally getting home, Stiles and Jaydra sat in Stiles room as the boy began scanning his computer.
"What are you looking for?" Jaydra asked.
"Nothing. I'm pulling up everything I need Scott and you to see."
"Scott's coming?" the girl asked, slightly uneasy at the information.
"Yeah." As if right on cue, said boy knocked on Stiles' door. "Get in. You have to see this. I've been up all night, reading, websites, books, everything . . ." Stiles said, his mouth moving faster than Scott's brain could keep up.
"How much Adderal have you had today?" Scott asked, raising an eyebrow and glancing over at Jaydra who merely shrugged.
"A lot," Stiles admitted. "But that doesn't matter."
"Is this about the body?" Scott asked, sitting down on the bed next to Jaydra. "Did you find out who it was?"
"No," Jaydra answered. "They're still questioning everyone going by what I heard John talk about. Even Derek Hale."
"But that's not it!" Stiles all but shouted in the room, getting everyone's attention back on him.
"What is it then?" Scott asked.
"Remember the joke I made the other day? Well it's not a joke anymore," Stiles stated. Scott raised an eyebrow and looked over at Jaydra, thoroughly confused. "The wolf, the bite in the woods! Do you know why a wolf howls?!"
"It's a signal," Jaydra stated. "When a wolf is alone, they howl to signal out his location to the rest of the pack."
"Right!" Stiles stated, looking back at Scott. "So if you heard it, maybe you're not the only one, maybe there's a whole pack of them!"
Scott raised an eyebrow. "A pack of wolves?"
"No . . ." Stiles drawled out. "Werewolves."
Jaydra immediately bit her inner cheek. She was hoping this was going to blow over and she could confront Scott on her own about this, not thinking that Stiles was going to piece it together so fast.
Scott scoffed loudly and stood up, shooting a mild glare at Stiles. "Are you seriously wasting my time with this right now?! You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour."
"I saw you on the fields today Scott!" Stiles countered. "What you did wasn't just amazing, it was impossible!"
"I just made a good shot," Scott said slowly, his eyes narrowing at Stiles.
Jaydra immediately went into a defensive mode. If Scott was getting angry, friend or not, she was going to protect Stiles. Reaching down into her pocket, Jaydra pulled out a small knife, and hid it in the palm of her hand, out of view of the two friends in front of her.
"No, you made an incredible shot! I mean, the way you move, the speed, the reflexes," Stiles listed, pacing back and forth around his room. "People can't just do that over night! And there's the vision and the senses, and you don't use your inhaler anymore!"
"Hey!" Scott growled out. "I can't think about this now, we'll talk tomorrow!"
"What?! NO!" Stiles yelled ridiculously. "The full moon's tonight!"
"Don't you get it?!" Scott shouted out, getting more and more visibly angry by the minute. As his anger grew, Jaydra slowly stood up and went over towards Stiles. "What are you trying to do? I made first line! I finally have a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me! Everything in my life is somehow perfect, why are you trying to ruin it?!"
"I don't think that's what it is, Scott," Jaydra says slowly, her eyes watching his every movements.
"I'm trying to help! You're cursed, Scott!" Stiles said, trying to reason with the teenager. "The full moon won't only make a physical change, it's going to give you a blood craving!"
That caught the boys attention. "Blood?" Scott repeated.
Jaydra sighed and looked up at the boy. "Yeah. A blood craving, meaning that you're going to want to kill. The change is caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse basically. And the last time I checked, the biggest thing that gets a boy's pulse up is a girl."
"Exactly!" Stiles stated, grabbing Scott's phone. "I'm canceling this date."
"What are you doing?!" Scott said, enraged.
"I said I'm canceling the date!" Stiles repeated, getting ready to type away on the phone.
Scott growls out and reaches for the phone. "NO! GIVE IT BACK!" he yells, and when Stiles evades him, Scott picks him up and pins him against the wall, his hand poised up in the air, ready to punch.
But something stopped him. He felt something cool against his neck, and something sharp. Refocusing his gaze from Stiles, Scott's eyes widen greatly when he seen Jaydra standing there with a blade to his neck, and a cold look in her green eyes.
"Put. Him. Down," Jaydra ordered out. "Or this blade will spill blood."
Growling, Scott drops Stiles, but his rage builds up and he punches the chair. During this commotion, Jaydra grabs Stiles arm and pull him to his feet and moves him behind her, keeping the blade in front of him. True, a cut won't hurt Scott, but the thin amount of Wolfsbane that was forged into the metal will hurt him more than anything.
As if someone dunked cold water over him, Scott look at his two friends in shock about what he just done. "I'm sorry . . ." he said, before grabbing his bag and runs out the door.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT, JAY?!" Stiles yelled once Scott was gone. "AND WHERE DID YOU GET A KNIFE!"
"Shut UP Stiles, I just saved your ass!" Jaydra countered, tossing the knife on the bed. "And you're right." When Stiles blinked at her, she continued. "About Scott . . . About everything you just said."
"How do you know that?" Stiles asked.
Jaydra just chuckles and looks up at him. "Cause I've seen the Alpha that bit Scott. And I'm a hunter."
ITSWYG
After finally explaining everything to Stiles about the Supernatural world that involves werewolves, they decided to split up and find Scott. By the time that Jaydra arrived at the party, the usual Goalie on the Lacrosse team, Danny, informed Jaydra that Scott was gone, and he ditched his date, Allison.
Pulling out her phone, Jaydra called Stiles. "Hey, they're both not here. Danny told me that Scott left early and I'm trying to find Allison."
"Okay," Stiles said over the phone. "Keep me updated. I'll check his house."
Glancing around the party again, Jaydra finally spotted Scott's former date. "Allison!"
"Jaydra! You're in my English class, right?" the very beautiful girl asked.
The sandy blond hair girl nodded her head. "Yeah. Do you know where Scott is?"
"He just left. I think he got sick or something," Allison admitted, looking back out where she seen Scott drive away.
"Ladies," a new voice called out, making the two girls look over at him. "I'm a friend of Scott's." Derek freaking Hale.
"Derek," Jaydra said, politely. "Nice to see you here, but I think we're getting ready to go."
Derek shot both the girls a smile. "Then let me give you a ride home," he offered, his eyes narrowing in at Jaydra's, signaling he wanted to talk.
"That sounds nice," Allison asked, thankful that she wasn't going to have to walk home.
Derek nodded and then led the two girls to his black Camaro. And Jaydra couldn't help herself. She let out a low whistle at the sight of the car, admiring it.
Allison leaned over and whispered, giggling lightly, "That for the car or the rider?"
Jaydra rolled her eyes and pushed Allison into the back seat as she sat in the passenger. If Derek was going to pull anything, Jaydra was going to protect Allison with her life. Just like her father taught her to do.
The car ride to drop Allison off was quiet, and once the hunter and the wolf were alone, Jaydra narrowed her eyes. "What do you want?"
Derek let out a sarcastic chuckle. "No small talk?"
"Like you'd participate," the hunter countered.
"I didn't bite Scott," Derek announced driving towards the woods, not the direction of the Stilinski house. "But he thinks I did."
"You're not the alpha," Jaydra stated. "Why the woods?"
Derek smirked. "Your friend is about to go through his first change. You think he's going to stay in his house?"
"Good point," Jaydra hummed. "You and the alpha were born werewolves, right?"
"Until I know the identity of the alpha, I can't say for him, but I am," Derek stated, before slamming on the breaks.
"Then I don't have to worry about your doggy ass," Jaydra stated, climbing out of the car, before grabbing a jacket that was sitting in the back seat.
Derek rolled his eyes and climbed out. "Sharp tongue."
"Learned it from my brothers. Here," she stated, tossing the jacket to Derek. "It's Allison's, and I'm sure word got around that you drove Allison home. Use that to your advantage."
ITSWYG
It wasn't too long before Scott finally arrived, and him and Derek ended up in a fight, with Derek obviously stronger than him, and easily defeats him. Jaydra watches on, upwind so Scott wouldn't know she was there.
Hearing more people arrive, Jaydra lets out a whistle, getting the wolves attention, before moving down to meet the other people walking up.
"Winchester," a voice said, a greeting tone.
"Argent," Jaydra returned the greeting. "Not your hunt. Move on."
"Sorry, darling," Chris Argent stated, a small grin on his face. "Afraid the Argents are the new hunters living in town.
Jaydra Logan Winchester grits her teeth as the Argent team turns to leave, letting Scott and Derek go. Sure, the Winchester's don't go after the naturally born werewolves, but the Argents? They'll kill anything and anyone in their way of their kill.